Love is a feeling that cannot be seen,
It's fates lie at our feet covered in dust.
When it is judged it loses it's sheen,
For mortal's vision shall always be clouded by lust.
It's fates lie at our feet covered in dust.
When it is judged it loses it's sheen,
For mortal's vision shall always be clouded by lust.
And when Love can carry Young hearts so far,
Beyond the emotion of alchemists' greed,
It leaves Olds' to die alone in the dark.
Feeling that finally find Love they must.



Glad to read this

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